Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Swans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.